Romance Lost
Usurper
Onto this Usurper I paid my life and day.
Now cried a wolf and the night did play.
Born from darkness, this child scorned.
For what could live and yet be warned.
Nil-eared was the ghost of mist and shadow.
Yet still it heard my cry.
Bereaved of sin, my thoughts were hollow.
Full, but withering to die.
So left the poisoned shadow and I regained some mime.
I stood and looked around me to see nothing but true lies.
These fangs had rushed before me as if given to me by time.
And soon my blood grew cold, but kept warm by stinging flies.
A hunger raged and soon I combed the land.
To prey on branded maidens, whose love was dipped in sand.
Dark dreams did weave with hatred I could love.
But all was to be reckoned when the morning came to shove.
By night and moon redemption struck.
With ample skill, and bolstered luck.
When the day dies down, this I'll be signing.
Better to be dead, than always dying.
Now cried a wolf and the night did play.
Born from darkness, this child scorned.
For what could live and yet be warned.
Nil-eared was the ghost of mist and shadow.
Yet still it heard my cry.
Bereaved of sin, my thoughts were hollow.
Full, but withering to die.
So left the poisoned shadow and I regained some mime.
I stood and looked around me to see nothing but true lies.
These fangs had rushed before me as if given to me by time.
And soon my blood grew cold, but kept warm by stinging flies.
A hunger raged and soon I combed the land.
To prey on branded maidens, whose love was dipped in sand.
Dark dreams did weave with hatred I could love.
But all was to be reckoned when the morning came to shove.
By night and moon redemption struck.
With ample skill, and bolstered luck.
When the day dies down, this I'll be signing.
Better to be dead, than always dying.
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